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Friend of People

Lupe Fiasco
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Fred Fred Uh, yeah Ayy, where we at? Yeah, yeah Let's go Lupe, coupe, no, more doors Partial, no, more doors Sedan, hmm, four more, no, more doors More doors than that Lord of the Rings that Frodo went to war for You'll see more war than World War 4 Oh Lord, no more when Nicholas lost his brother Damn, Broham, no man Too slow for my program Need punk rock, not slow jams Mosh pits, not hold hands Or slow dance or romance I'll take this bitch like Lo Pan Put it right into Do's hands Tell her how this gon' go, man You call us animals, animals We are more like cannibals Follow rules, what rules? We don't ever answer to no King Tut's, presidents This is more like a ritual What am I scared of death for? Life is just a interlude Let's begin this interview I know they got a lot of questions I don't have on a unitard, but I can answer the detectives None of these dicks can trace me I don't go that direction This is the beginning of a massacre I'm tired of getting treated like a stepkid That's why I step in 'cause this Do shit From Philly and he's so sick And he my friend, so he your friend That's who Lupe Fiasco with They wanna know if I'm insane I just don't accept defeat But since I'm nominated This is gonna be my acceptance speech Your big bro requested me 'Cause I'm a friend of the people And I'm next to be in the game I don't hear the referees whistling Technically, Dixie, let me sing I forever see Don't go back or forever be a slave to the nation Touchรฉ, Lupe, this is history in the making Oh, we show in Smithsonians when the story ends We was there when the story started Making history before we's artists You know we's targets In Target's, always start shit Or shall I say hotwire? Ride around reckless and double park it Look how many fines that the car get Take the boots off and throw the tickets in the garbage Then go to court just to get off on some more shit Tell the motherfucking judge this is all ours, bitch You call us animals, animals We are more like cannibals Follow rules, what rules? We don't ever answer to no King Tut's, presidents This is more like a ritual What am I scared of death for? Life is just a interlude